Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to no one... and yes, this chapter (just like the next and the one after that) was just WAITING to be posted.

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Meanwhile, at the Ring Corp fortress, Dr. Bakura sat at a council of his minions, petting Mr. Ryousworth as he was informed of how modern day business was carried out.
"So through middle management, we can really take over the world?" he mused.
"Yes, sir," Frau Malik replied.
"How sinister! And much easier than collecting all the Millennium Items!"
"Sir," Number Honda said, "We've invested in a small, Seattle based company called Starbucks. It's grown in profits, so we have billions of dollars in shares."
Dr. Bakura scratched his head. "Doesn't that happen in the second movie?"
"Yes, but I really like coffee."
"Oh. Carry on, then."
"Also, we have a bit of a surprise for you," Number Honda continued. "We weren't entirely sure you'd survive the freezing, so we used your DNA... Frau Malik?"
Obligingly, Frau Malik shouted, "MOKUBA!" The other people at the table covered their ears, wincing.
Mokuba walked in, rubbing his ears. "Yes Frau Malik?"
'Your father is here!"
"My... father?" He looked at Dr. Bakura. "I'm related to THIS guy?!"
Dr. Bakura raised an eyebrow. "I have a son?"
"Well, technically he belongs to Mr. Kaiba, but we kidnapped him and told him he was yours," Number Honda whispered.
"Come, Mokuba! Give your father a hug," Frau Malik ordered in a near-fangirly voice. Both Mokuba and Dr. Bakura regarded him as though he were insane.
Mokuba walked over to Dr. Bakura.
There was a long moment of silence.
Then they shook hands.
"So, Mokuba... what do you do?"
"I lounge around and do nothing."
"Okay..."
"We've been trying to get him to do some work around here," Frau Malik sighed.
"I'm ten years old, for chrissakes!" Mokuba retorted.
"He's got a point." Dr. Bakura mused.
Frau Malik ruffled Mokuba's hair, getting a glare from the boy. "But he's just too cute to stay angry at!"
Dr. Bakura nodded. "Mokuba... anything you like?"
Mokuba hid an evil grin. "Metallica, porn, care bears..."
"Mokuba!" Frau Malik hissed.
"Oh, come now. That's healthy for a boy his age," Number Honda commented. "Except the care bears thing. That's just weird."
Mokuba cackled evilly. He then glanced at Mr. Ryousworth, who was currently furless. "A boy in a cat suit... with no fur."
"Faulty cryogenics..." Number Honda laughed nervously.
"No, I was like this since the beginning. It wasn't real fur." Mr. Ryousworth explained.
"Quiet!" Dr. Bakura hissed.
"Mew."
"So," Dr. Bakura started. "Is there anything between us and world domination?"
"Just Jounouchi Powers," Frau Malik replied.
"Right, so clear shot, then?"
"Well, there is one other thing," Frau Malik continued gravely. "Disney."
"Damn! We are /so/ screwed!"
Dr. Bakura hung his head, while absent-mindedly patting Mr. Ryousworth.
"Dude, that's kinda scary..." Mokuba whispered to Frau Malik, who nodded.
Dr. Bakura's head snapped up. "I've got it! All we have to do is have our middle management beat their middle management! How tough can their middle management be?"
"Yeah, especially since all they do is remake fairy tales," Mokuba agreed.
"We'll send someone to check out the competition." Number Honda called a random secretary to relay the order.
The random secretary scuttled off, and Number Honda sat down. "We have a little to worry about on Powers' side, though."
"Oh?" Dr. Bakura asked, "And you didn't tell me before my revelation because why?"
"Well... sir, it's Seto Kaiba."
Mokuba looked thoughtful. "That name... seems kinda... familiar..."
"No it doesn't!" Frau Malik quickly said.
"Seto Kaiba? He can't be too much of a threat- he's a CEO, not in middle management at all!"
"Yes, but sir-"
"Enough!" Dr. Bakura shouted. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Come, Mr. Ryousworth!" The two of them left.
"So, what's with the boy in the cat suit?" Mokuba asked.
"I wish I knew," Frau Malik replied.
"Though it might have something to do with the sound-proofing..." Number Honda mused.
Frau Malik glared at him. "No mental images for Mokuba, you hear?"
"Yes, Frau Malik..."
"Now, Mokuba. Go to your room."
"Why?" He whined.
"Because we have to talk about stuff, and if you hear that stuff, you could be a serious threat to our plan."
"Aww... I never get to hear about the evil schemes..." Mokuba grudgingly trekked off to his room.
"We should just drop a bomb on Disney. It would be so much easier."
"Yes," Number Honda agreed. "But it's up to Dr. Bakura."
"And then we have to worry about Powers and Kaiba..." Frau Malik sighed.
"Let's get a latte."
Number Honda clapped, and a man in a Starbucks uniform brought them lattes.
"I say we drop a bomb on Disney anyway. I hate them to no end for making hordes of sequels to the movies I grew up with."
"Good idea. If there's any bomb left, we can drop it on Powers and Kaiba."
Frau Malik stared at him for a second. "Dear GOD, man!"
"Sorry... I met Powers today."
"Really? Is he as bad as Dr. Bakura says he is?"
"Worse. He wanted me to believe he was Akira Toriyama, and that Kaiba was his wife."
"His /wife/?"
"Exactly."
Frau Malik jumped into Number Honda's arms. "I'm scared..."
"Hey, don't worry!" Number Honda said, putting the scared man down. "Jou's meeting up with Yami tonight! Bada-bing, bada-boom!"
"He's doing that WILLINGLY? With Yami?!"
"Yep."
"His taste is almost worse than his stupidity."
"I heard that!" cried Yami, entering the room.
"Don't you have a date with Mr. Powers?" Frau Malik sneered.
"Not yet I don't." He stole Malik's latte.
"Hey! My latte!" Frau Malik cried.
"That's what you get for saying I'm bad taste."
"Well, you could at least start by not wearing a dress."
Yami considered this. "You think it'll be easier to win him over if I do?"
"Hell, it's the damn femininity that's turning him off!"
Yami glanced at his watch. "I have just enough time to change before Jou's supposed to get here! Or, erm, before /Akira/ gets here." He dashed off to his chambers, taking the latte with him.